Everyone was up and ready the successivo morning. The boys in shorts and a simple t-shirt, the girls with camisoles and skirts. I wore a pair of jean shorts and a red tank top. Shadow commentato on how I looked beautiful, those might be the last words he ever detto to me. I smiled weakly, and sighed. Today was like doomsday o Armageddon o whatever end-of-the-world name te want to call it. It should've been named "Zoe is Dead Day." Everyone wasn't dressed in a Gothic black color to make it seem gloomy. My Friends wore their regular clothes, as if it was a normal get-together. We ventured into the...
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